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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

An Addiction?

I've come to the realization that having a good LYS is like (what I imagine) having a good drug dealer is like. Bear with me here...

I have a yarn shop that I really like to go to (don't we all?) but can't often due to distance from home. I really cannot justify driving 45 minutes to spend less than $20 on knitting supplies. It's not cost effective for gas or my bank account. But bless her heart, the owner of this shop is friends with me on G+ and I even have her cell number since her store is in her home now.
Last week I sent her a photo of some buttons I need to finish off this project:

This actually has three buttons on it now

So when my husband suggested going to an air show with the kids over the weekend in the town this yarn shop is in, I was like, hell yes, I can buy the last two buttons!

In my excitement I called the yarn shop owner, asked if she would be available for me to stop by, and then fell asleep and slept through the air show since I worked over the weekend. Oops.

But every time I've called to make sure she would be available, she always is. I imagine a good drug dealer must be the same way, available at any time, ready to hook you up with whatever you need. In this case, though, it is a fiber addiction. Right? Does anyone else ever think about this?

Anyway, enough rambling. Here are my current projects:

Finished the sleeves!

I began the mice on Sunday. I can't decide if I should make them nativity mice or carolers. The set will be donated to the church Christmas sale. Thoughts?

And oddly enough given the title of my post today, I began reading Confessions of an English Opium-Eater on Saturday night. It has been in my Google books library for a while now. An episode of Sherlock Holmes I recently watched renewed my interest in reading it.